rubberneck whiplash

I still forget how to pack

It’s the two houses. I blame split families exclusively for my inability to pack from one place to another back to the first and still back again like the shuttle run of days.

From my mom’s house back to my dad’s I packed for the overnight in a backpack rather than toting all the luggage. Still I managed an extra day’s worth of clothes but nothing to sleep in.

So my dad loaned me a Bruce Springsteen t-shirt for pajamas and when I said, “ah. The Boss. I approve.” He said:

“You better. Or else you can sleep out in the yard.”

He LOVES The Boss. I haven’t listened enough on my own to be a huge fan, but the shirt is cool and I wanted to sleep in a bed last night.

24 December 2011 ·